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Mord und Totschlag

by L'ACEPHALE

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Not as epic or as intruiging as L'Acéphale are fully capable of, but a thrilling haunt of a track that burns brilliantly black. Favorite track: The Book of Lies.
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Terror Is Our Tenderness Throat opened by the sun Cursed sky, black graveyard night Cemetery of sleep Mausoleum of human meat Stench of death A wall of sleep Parched in holocaust A barrow of shadows Frozen black sun Empty with fetid nausea Wide dead eyes Impenetrable night Heavy with coffins (Black wings silent) The sweet dead dressed in a cemetery of sleep Dark star and God damned graves Feet in frozen earth Arms aloft in infinite black night Terror is our Tenderness Black death our bread Terror is our Tenderness (Madness in hand, slit the throat of man. Welcome the wretched sun and frozen light. Airless icy maggot sun eclipse.)
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The Book of Lies Daggers held aloft Above the heart of earth underneath Thought is disease Depraved and debauched To beget is to die The broken manifests light Cast the seed into the field of night Nature is Cruel Existence is Eternal Warfare The swollen mask mutters an Atheist’s prayers Sleep with faith and wake a corpse Slaves of reason Blind under the dominion of reason In the coffin of our hopes Death still lurks Sealed in the tomb of the slain Nature is Cruel Existence is Eternal Warfare
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Against a Weeping Sea of Sleep I desire Hate To absorb this comfortable silence This numbness, Soaking up an endless array of rape That plagues me. I desire Hate For these maggot soldiers battling my senses For the putrid gods of our masters I loathe you all I desire Hate To swell like the rising sun On this new day This new Aeon Smoldering anew with fresh flame I desire Hate, like fire Let it burn the corpses of your littered children Who house the endless suffering Like falling rain into a crevasse I desire Hate On this new day For the long journey into night When our fires will rage Swelling into the sky Head Held High Unleash your daggers against a sea of rape Unleash your anger and attain Rise up and burn down this holocaust of miserable existence Unleash your dagger and attain.
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Seventh Gate This extinction Poised at sunset Hark as we Approach This the final gate Slaughtered in plague And Infection Poised to collapse Breathe this poison Wither in this dusk Malign collapse We usher in malevolence Locust swarm The moon becomes as blood And eclipses the sun We draw blades And sound the horns Drenched in murder We open the gates On this final day Wolves howl Man engulfed in flames Vultures descend Black scorched violence Filth scream vomiting
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Immeasurably Dreary Out of the formless stream of sad horrible sounds, Heartless and miserable. The night was railing against the morning of which it was bereaved. The cold cursed the warmth for which it hungered. Chilled to the marrow. Dread heart incantation. Cold be hand, heart and bone. Cold be sleep under stone. Nevermore to wake on stony bed. Never, till the sun fails and moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, Over dead sea and withered land lie. Dead in stone. Withered in blackened barrow.
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Psalm Of Misery Misery Knot the noose of the hanged man Melancholy gripping the throat The night reaches out To choke the haunted castle of memory This psalm of misery Tongue heavy with coffins The black wings of the grave Grown decrepit with rage This psalm of misery Our dead mouths sing Seizing the throat This psalm of misery The world’s eyes are blind skies Black sun in an impenetrable night The hard stupidity of man Will greet the law of the knife Night falls within us You will bite the horrible sun You will pay for your share of hate Cast the lime on our open graves Slit the throat of man.
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Recorded in the Crypt of Rays throughout 2003 & 2004

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released October 1, 2004

For this recording L'Acéphale was:
Set Sothis Nox La: Guitars, Battery, Theft, Butchery & Manipulation

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